"We don't sail South Jamesport on Northeast!" someone said. But nobody wanted to deal with the traffic to Napeague, so we gave it a North Fork go.
And we were rewarded.
Scott, Artie (who forgot his masts) the Wolf, George Pav, David (who forgot his harness) and your editor arrived to mid-five meter conditions, with some small but organized rolling swell in parts. Sweet! It was a straight reach across the bay to East Landing, where Scott met another crew of windsurfers. Artie and I had to leave early for family obligations, but for those who stayed late into the afternoon, 4.7 and better was the call.
Summertime, and the living is easy.
(Photo: 99 liters and a 5.4.)
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